I don't know where or when the fashion for putting studs on clothes began, or indeed when studded belts and jackets took on their aura of outsider cool. I had a look on Wikipedia – but nothing: there were entries involving animal husbandry, the incredible 1978 film starring Joan Collins and the term used in the African American lesbian community to label a dominant woman appearing as a man, but not a word on clothing. Anyway, they're back in vogue, reclaimed from the wardrobe of the teenage goth/emo/metaller.

But not entirely. You can stick studs on designer gear, but something of the teenage goth/emo/metaller still doggedly clings to the results – that they're clothes best suited to sitting at the foot of a provincial town war memorial with a two-litre bottle of cider and a face like a wet weekend. In fairness, Prada's studded trousers look more glamorous than that – the studs are tiny – but the stylist wasn't keen on me wearing them: I got the impression she felt her relationship with the great design house might be irreparably damaged if they knew she was responsible for their clothes being associated with me. Instead, we tried teaming studded trousers and vest with a casual top. The effect was bizarre: I looked like Philthy Animal Taylor from Motörhead on his way to the residents' association to complain about his neighbours' leylandii. If that's a look that appeals, be my guest: embrace the stud revival at once.